poorly pingger owww

My finger...the one I broke not so long ago....well if we are pointing and blaming then Blade broke it...anyway it hurts again today.

I bought a ring. White gold and a huge purple stone, its beautiful, really beautiful. I got it today and tried it on. It was a tiny bit tight to put on, but not tight tight.
Within ten minutes of 'ooooo looookkkiiieee loookkkiiieee preeetttttyyy' my finger started to hurt, then it swelled up alarmingly.

I tried butter. I tried really cold water to take the swelling down but to no avail.
In the end I had to go to a jewelers and have it cut off. My beautiful ring cut in two in front of me by a woman who franky needed some deodrant and to clean her teeth!

The lady said she will send it off to have it repaired and made slightly bigger. My finger is all swollen again and feels a bit odd because of all the 'lets see what happens if I pull the ring really hard...it might come off then'
I hope that when I go and pick it up that she has had a bath and some floride in her mouth and my ring is back to its original beauty.

lybxx

Stinky?

What is it about our pets that makes us want to smell them?

You know what I mean (well you will if you have a pet!) My dog can be smelt at 100 paces, and its not a good thing!!..but when I am laying on the floor and she lays next to me I put my nose in her and sniff....you'd think I didnt need to...what with her being a walking cess pit, but I still do, just behind her ear and it smells great!

My cat Jemima. She is a bit like Bagpuss and all she does is love me and sleep. But sometimes I find myself picking her up and really squeezing her with my nose in her fur....she quite likes it! and she lies around my neck when I'm on the sofa so she can put the top of her head on my mouth so I can kiss her, but I like it too because I can put my nose in and smell.

Its not just women that do this, during exhaustive tests about this subject (yeah right!) I came across this in the most unusual place. Picture this. Enormous biker. Hairy and tattoed. Comes across to those who dont know him as a bit 'ard. (actually very inteligent and soft as shit) But when he picks up his cat he puts his nose in the cats neck and breaths in. (I wouldnt do it...the cats got a serious attitude problem and is possibly the crossest cat in the world, but makes you think its not...one of those!) Anyway, he really likes the way it smells, probably because the cat smells of engine oil and J.D.
And he has a special voice for talking to said cat...calls him 'boy' alot in a really odd accent.

Do we all do this?...I think we do. Having laughed hugely at biker...obviously on the inside...dont want to upset the cat(!) I have thought hard about the way I talk to my pets. And yes I have voices and phrases that I use too. And expect them to understand.

So this is to 'Toots' 'Mimy' 'Pogga' 'Poo-face' and 'My boy' .... LOVE YOU!!

lybxx

Capitalistic society and rituals?

I have just come out of a lecture all about ritualism and drug useage (including alcohol)

The authors of the reading we had to do before the lecture were banging on about how in the way distant past and the more receint past rituals and drug use went hand in hand. Anthrapologisticly (check that word out!) this is all correct, and reading about cultures and the rituals involved within that society and any drug useage they had is really interesting, but saying that we dont have rituals associated with drug use now is, I think incorrect.

We are now a consumer capitalist society. Watching make over shows and wanting things, not needing them. And the 'moral panic' now, or one of them is binge drinking. People going out with the sole purpose of getting drunk on a friday or saturday night, all their alcohol units in one go. C.C.T.V. shows us groups of young people fighting each other because of the amount of alcohol and/or drugs they have taken.

How is this different from the past?.....not the way long ago past, but the recent past. On friday nights after work dont enormous amounts of men and women go to the pub thinking 'T.F.I.F.?
And havent they always done?

And thats a ritual. Passing round a joint (i'm told!) to friends is a ritual. Sitting together while rolling it and then smoking it...its a ritual (mum i was told all this!) Making a cuppa when someone comes round your house...its a ritual. Or opening a bottle of wine if thats what you'd rather do...its a ritual. Meeting up with your friends before you go out to all get ready together...its a ritual

And while I'm going on, the legalising drugs issue.....I know that cannabis (is it class C or D at the moment....who knows?) has had huge debate about legalisation, and people keep changing their minds about it.
This is what I think, mostly people who smoke dope are too health conscious to touch any other naughty substances stronger than cholesterol, and wouldnt dream of overthrowing the state. Their too relaxed for one thing. Give a football crowd dope instead of lager, and when the other side score a goal, you would hear nothing worse than the gentle hum of laughter.

I realise that legalising it some believe is the thin edge of the wedge.

But if heroin makes you rob chemists at gun point. Cocaine gives you one nostril and an overdraft. Alcohol makes you violent and stupid. Dope only makes you giggle, want sex and eat chocolate.....where's the harm?

lybxx

Jeff Buckley

Have you guys heard of Jeff Buckley?

He is, or should I say was, an american song writer and singer who only recorded one album before he died in a drowning 'accident' aged 31 in 1997.
His voice is truely breathtaking, he has a vocal range of 3 and a half octaves and when he sings it makes the hair on my arms and back stand up.

His album 'Grace' would be one I would take to a desert island. (always assuming they have C.D. players there.....actually isnt that a daft thing to say?...if I was shipwreaked on an island, firstly I would want Josh Holloway (Sawyer from lost..mmmmm) there, and if there were c.d. players to play said c.d. why wouldnt there be a hotel and a boat to get you off the damn island?...I have always pondered that)

Anyway, before I go off on a complete tangent, I would like to recomend this album and indeed Jeff to you all.

I defy you not to be moved by him.

The track 'lover, you should've come over' is the best song I have heard for years...and your right... 'its not too late'. and 'its never over'

lybxx

Yay!

I am so happy. Really happy.

My cleaner is here, my house will look and smell sooo good by lunch time, and the enormo pile of ironing will be taken away and come back crease-free and wearable.

My daughter has finally understood that she cant always be the one in charge in the playground, but has to take it in turns....this might be an only child thing, or a 'her' thing, but she is happier at school and comes home chatting away about all the things she has done and looks forward to going back in the morning (did that ever happen to me?...I dont know?!)

I know what I have to do in the next 3 weeks to get all essays in, and all presentations presented, it feels controlled and although I will pull my hair out while doing it, the process of doing it doesnt fill me with dread, but with excitement because once its done then I have 4 months of Mummy/Small/Friends/Ice cream/Blade time, before it all starts again.

I feel calm yet so excited about so many things. Things that if written down would be trite and unexpressive.

Have the best kind of day.

lybxx

Itchy and Scratchy

Do you know what the plague of primary school is?... Its not the lack of money, or teachers, or resourses its nits!

When Small was very small and started school friends who had children who were older than Small told me about nits, and how they dominate your childs primary education. I dismissed the idea entirely, thinking that my child would never have them. Saying, and meaning it, ' if you ever get nits, I shall pack your bags and you can live on the streets' .....to much amusement.

Within three weeks her head was crawling with them.

ewwwwwwwww

So it began. The chemical option.The conditioner and combing option. All of it an enormous time consuming pain in the arse. And they dont go......not entirely...because if you leave even one of the little blighters within three days they have bred and bred until there's quite a party going on!

I, thankfully, and terribly suprisingly, seeing as Small has them alot, have only had them once.
They dont like my hair (might be the bleach huh?! ) I have to say that they are no longer something that I stress about. We conditioner and comb every other day, and hope that everyone else in her class does the same, as thats where they are coming from. Some little brat has them, and they jump from head to head, and they keep jumping on Small's.

When I eventually rule the world (and it will happen!) I shall re-introduce the 'nit-nurse'
Children and their mothers will be named and shamed for infestations and will not be allowed back to school until they are nit-free.

are you scratching? lol


lybxx

And on and on and on

How many times can you try something before you either
a) get it right
b) learn from it and move on



If, hyperthetically you understand, you were to re-try something that you really liked. But you knew it was bad for you, but also made you really happy, excited, smile like a loon, made you think, made you laugh out loud and made the pit of your stomach disappear.

Would you do it?
Or would you think better of it?

Perhaps not unsuprisingly, I have made the non-choice choice (not all of you will get that!) to go for the pit-of-the-stomach laugh-out-loud option.

........here I go again!!


lybxx

1950's Spoons

Oh, I forgot to mention that whilst in the 1950's I 'obtained' two tea spoons!!! yay!!

Both from places that we ate in, I have to report that the decor in eateries on the Island can be horrific...think bronze nearly life sized palm trees, and eagles with fibre obtic eyes and out-streached wings!! (....Laurance L.B. would have heart failure) I thought it was hilarious.

Suprisingly to me, L/H helped, or at least encouraged me to carry out blatent law breaking, pointing out items that he thought I might like. Oldest Friend shut her eyes and looked vaguely disaproving and ignored the proceedings.

Said items have been introduced to the collection, and they both pass the 'yoghurt eating' test beautifully!!


lyxx

Beds and Borders.

I went to a garden centre today. Not, perhaps the most exciting read for alot of you, but for Laa-Laa and I it was very exciting!

She has an enormous garden. About 4 years ago she decided to do something about it. It had in half of it waist high grass and weeds, the rest was functional but boring.
So we dug a flower bed. The following year we dug another one, and so on. So she now has 3 big beds and the promise of a vegtable garden for this year. In the spring, and its always just after her magnolia begins to flower, she gets out there to tidy and plan this years attack.

So today, with spring firmly here, we went to a local friendly no frills garden centre. Where they give advice as well as healthy plants and bought a few. Her garden feels a bit like mine as I have helped her dig and plan and plant, so it is as exciting for me as for her.

I firmly blame Alan for this. When I became 30 I suddenly found that I liked gardening, which was a bit of a shocker to be honest. Alan became my guru. He is practical and sarcastic giving simple instructions to those who know nothing, and yet teaches those who know something a bit more.

Laa-Laa was terribly skeptical of this gardening milarkie at the beginning, and took the micky alot! .... but now wants organic vegtables to be part of her garden and realises that Alan is a horticultural god (or maybe just humouring me again)

Get out there fellow bloggites.....grow your own..it tastes fab and is better for you then all those chemicaly grown perfectly formed vegtables in the supermarket.


lybxx

Inside Story

You know what was really really odd on a couple of occations over last weekend?

I was IN someones blog. Actually IN it.

We read the blog, and because it is photographed and described so well we can picture to some degree what is in front of us. I have to tell you that actully seeing it, and doing it, and being in it is really terribly odd.

I could not remember Lovely-husband. There said it! But as soon as I saw him I realised that I would have picked him out of a line up of 100 men. He and oldest friend 'fit' together.
Spending time with him was a joy. He is very good company. Gentle and strong in equal measure. He is funny and thoughtful and kind, but with an edge that makes you feel like a woman (!)

Sharing the weekend with them both on their island seeing for real what I had only seen before on the blog in photographic form and going places that had previously been described to me was well, like being in a story..... that you had read as a child.

I commented on this on 'a couple' of times , well, maybe alot while drunk on friday! but the thought came back to me a dozen times a day (ok, prolly went on about it all weekend!!)

It wasnt something I was uncomfortable with. It was just something that I hadnt experianced before. And thinking about it now, from the sofa while writing this, actually I liked it. It was like 'The Secret Garden' where you have to go through a secret gate to get into a magical world that you really want to know about.

I am already thinking about the next time I can go. Hopefully with Small, who would love it too.


lybxx

Past, Present and Future

I have just a couple of minutes to write in, and I havent got a clue what to write or where to start!!

The plane journey was horrible...really bumpy and possibly the smallest plane in the world.

Seeing her at the airport ...here's where I dont know what to say...... it was like I had seen her yesterday, but was desperate to hug her because I hadnt! She honestly hasnt changed a bit.

We laughed, drank, talked and walked. ALOT!

My brain is so full of the awesome (in the truest sence of the word) sights and sceneary. It like a mix of Wales and Ireland. Mountains, trees and water, with stone walls and gorse and heather everywhere...no cars....anywhere. We went out to fetch lovely-husband from work in what they call rush hour......its not rush-hour, its 10 cars that happen to be on the same road as you!

Her bedroom smells the same. I couldnt tell you that it had any smell at all when we were at school, but 're-smelling' it brought back enormous memories.

The 1950's is clean and fresh and has an optomistic feel to it.

I was the only person on the entire island to be wearing any sort of heel on their boots!

'Lovely-husband' needs to be cloned...just once....(!)

I absolutly 'get' it.

I feel better. All cobwebs have been blown away.

It wasnt like reliving the past at all, even though I knew it wouldnt be, it was part of my future. We are both really bad at judging distances when walking down-hill or down steps...and when we were in the castle she offered me her hand to walk down a bit...we laughed at how we were going to be when we were 50! (also castle had the bounciest grass I have ever encountered...which was hilariously funny!)

If its windy on one side of the 1950's...its not on the other.

They have a beach that has stones on it with holes in them, and I was amazed they didnt know that if you give a stone to someone that has a hole in it (the stone...not the person!) it means 'I love you'.

They fit there. Its where they should be. (and I am too noisy to be anything other than a visitor)

But I have claimed my bit.....it was 17 steps from my flats door to the sea wall, with waves crashing onto big rocks and over the wall.
It was heavenly, the noise, the smell and the sight.

You all need to go. I was blown away, not just by my incredible oldest three dimentional friend and her lovely husband, but by the island itself.

....will write again, in a more 'joined-up' fashion later in the week.

lybxx

T.T.F.N.

Guys, I shall not be 'ranting on' for a week or so.

I, as you are prolly bored of hearing about, am going to the 1950's on friday, (soooooo excited!!) before then I have an insane amount of work to do.
When I return, I am house-sitting for a friend, who's internet connection is broken (dont know why/how etc...she just tells me its broken!!) so I wont be able to post.

Obviously, I will post as soon as I can about the 1950's, and I will carry love to the island with me, from all who want me too.

Have a good week.

'Take care out there!!'


lybxx

Happy Birthday!!

Its my mums birthday today, she is 'older than her teeth, and the same age as her toungue' (my granny used to use that phrase!)
I have baked a cake!! All on my own, not a Jane Asher just add an egg and water one, but a flour, eggs, sugar and butter one!...I am very proud!!! (heaven only knows what it will taste of!)

And I have to empty her garage this afternoon, because in about 5 months there will be 'squatters' living in there!! (Me and Small and Stinky!)

Its a good day. A very good day!!

Happy Birthday Mumbley xx


lybxx

Going on.....again!

I have just spent the last 10-15 minutes reading comments left by others about what I have written, or to each other, either about what I have written (ooooo its all me, me,me today isnt it??!) or about they have written.
There is a comment in one of the posts written by me, that I NEVER thought I would get away with. I thought I would be teased from here to the 1950's!!!

But not one of you spotted it..... Laa-Laa, who luckily for me re this issue, is away at her Ma and Pa's for a couple of days, so she's not gonna help you lot find the comment!!

Prizes awarded for getting right one.

In the words of Stewart Hall (We are the champions!) 'AWAY YOU GO!!!!!!!!!'


lybxx